Mrs. S. Yes, my child—yes!
Sel. At last he has gone, the ill-omened hat has left my house I hope never to return!
Fred (rushing in again). Forgotten the directory!
Sel. Oh!
Mrs. S. What directory?
Sel. Here it is! (Throwing it at Fred, who catches it.)
Mrs. S. What does Fred want that for?
Sel. Amusement, mere amusement, to pass the time in the cab—you read, my dear, when you travel!
Mrs. S. But I read poetry!
Sel. What does it signify—poetry or directory, a mere matter of detail—tastes differ—he likes directory! (Aside to Fred.) Get out or I shall have a fit!